Simply amazing

Women are an interesting phenomena. Last night I observed two adult women screaming over a controversial call the umpire made at our softball game last night. Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh if you will, yes I do play softball. This is not my point. I know both of the women quite well, both are nice, self-reserved women. Why is it that competition brings out the inner bitch in some woman that hasn't previously been seen?

Screaming Baby!

Right now I am sitting here listening to Remi cry himself to sleep. I have tried so hard this year to keep him on a good schedule like good moms do yada yada yada. He takes a nap every day at 11 AM. It is so nice, except on Sundays. Our church starts at 11 AM. Bad time, no question. Most of the kids there are not happy. I never notice because I can't hear them over Remi's screams of frustration. Today is Father's Day. Everyone at church is trying to have a nice day and we bring Remi, what a joke!

sidenote: Remi has this high pitch squeal that he makes if he is happy, mad, sad, angry, whatever. It is ear piercing and so high that I cannot think of a comparable sound.

Regardless, we are trying to do what we think is good by taking the damn kids to church. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Today I am in a particularly good mood, so I am sitting in church trying to be a good example for Hunter, but I have the giggles. Hunter keeps singing, "Let's get this party started in here." Remi keeps throwing his head back and hitting the pew in front of his, every time he screams. Then he decides that he wants a crayon, or the entire case of crayons. This is not a good thing, so I take them away, and he screams. It is all very comical. Stephen finally leans over and tells me to take Remi home and put him down for a nap. He can't handle his irreverent family. hehehe Happy Father's Day dad!

No title, just thinking

Life is interesting. I hate not knowing where it is leading. Why can't I just sit back and enjoy the ride? We have been lucky to have so much family and good friends to support us. We have never been so financially strapped that Stephen had to started stripping at the local all men's club just to get a few extra bucks. We have always had what we needed, when we needed it. Life is good, but still I hate that little feeling in the pit of my stomach that is both exciting and terrifying telling me that it is all about to change. Asking me, "Can you cut it?"

Exhaustion

Last Friday my baby brother-in-law Spencer got married. He wed at 10 AM in a town about 5 miles from where I live. After that we had a luncheon here and then drove 1 1/2 hours to his home town and the place of the reception. I was about ready to cry from being tired when the whole thing started at 7 PM. We didn't get to eat ANYTHING at the reception for fear of running out for the "real guests." What a load of crap. Anyway, after the reception, I figured we had a pretty eventful day. Apparently I was mistaken. We then loaded into the car and drove about 45 miles to sit in a hot springs in the middle of Podunk, USA. I have to admit, other than the moss, it was pretty nice. Well, lucky for us, Spencer and his new bride were spending their first night of marital bliss 2 miles from the hot pots. hehehe. We trashed the car and got home at about 4 AM. I sure hope they can get all the shampoo off. On Saturday, we had planned a river rafting trip. I was a little nervous because we were taking the kids. Silly me, the river moved so slow that it was practically going backward in places. I guess you can't expect much from a river in the middle of the desert but still, six hours we spent on that damn river and made it all of 3 miles. I am not joking. Not to mention that it was the dirtiest water I think I have ever seen. In fact this may be my last post. I'm pretty sure we are all going to get sick from some strange Sevier water bacteria. Yikes! And now, the crazy idiots are planning another "rafting trip" over the 4th of July. Sheesh. Nah, I'm just joking, it was actually a really good day. My thighs are an interesting shade of red, but all in all it was kind of fun.